Questions

Questions,
Questions,
Is all I have,
To ask a girl,
That is walking down the ave,
I'm thinking to myself,
"Should I say Hi?
Or be Blunt and ask,
Why,
Why did I fall in love with you so fast?"
But i took too long,
Because now,
Love will never sing its song,
Since the hour glass,
Ran out of sand,
So this question will not be answered,
Nor asked.